24 June 2012
In the summer time When the evening is cold While the wind still blows Up the brick grows mould
As the searching wind, Let's it's fingers down your clothes
In the summer time, with cool wisps of air The unforgiving rain sticking to your hair
Well they work together, draining heat and letting so free
In the summer time, when your feet at soggy The wet warm provided, Left you feeling groggy
We should really change, our conceptions of British summer
Sun Sun And More Rain • Opuss № I